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 Hear the plea whereby the tonguester mocks and charms the gazing gaper— "We are they whose works are works of love and peace; Till disunion bring forth union, what is union, sirs, but paper? Break and rend it, then shall trust and strength increase."

Who would fear to trust a double-faced but single-hearted dreamer, Pure of purpose, clean of hand, and clear of guile? "Life is well-nigh spent," he sighs; "you call me shuffler, trickster, schemer? I am old—when young men yell at me, I smile."

Many a year that priceless light of life has trembled, we remember, On the platform of extinction—unextinct; Many a month has been for him the long year's last—life's calm December: Can it be that he who said so, saying so, winked?